The grand hall fell into silence as the guard’s voice echoed off the high stone walls.
“The Lycan King… he’s here.”
The heavy double doors of the ceremonial hall swung open with a slow, resounding creak.
Every head turned toward the entrance. Warriors instinctively straightened, nobles dipped their heads, and whispers turned to breathless hush. A power, ancient and untamed, swept into the room like a cold wind before a storm.
Alpha King Kaelion Vexmoor had arrived.
Alpha Ryker straightened, his spine snapping rigid. He adjusted the collar of his ceremonial cloak and threw a fleeting glance at Nina beside him. She gave him a dazzling smile, eyes shimmering with barely-contained triumph.
This was her moment. His moment. Their moment.
Heavy footsteps rang out in perfect rhythm from the
